“And now, my child, you may kiss her.Kiss her dead lips if you will,as she would have you to, if for her to choose.For she is not a grinning devil now--not any more a foul Thing for all eternity. No longer she is the devil’s Un-Dead. She is God’s true dead, whose soul is with Him!”
Arthur bent and kissed her,and then we sent him and Quincey out of the tomb;the Professor and I sawed the top off the stake,leaving the point of it in the body.Then we cut off the head and filled the mouth with garlic.We soldered up the leaden coffin,screwed on the coffin-lid,and gathering up our belongings, came away.When the Professor locked the door he gave the key to Arthur.
Outside the air was sweet, the sun shone,and the birds sang,and it seemed as if all nature were tuned to a different pitch.There was gladness and mirth and peace everywhere,for we were at rest ourselves on one account,and we were glad, though it was with a tempered joy.
Before we moved away Van Helsing said:--
“Now, my friends, one step of our work is done,one the most harrowing to ourselves.But there remains a greater task:to find out the author of all this our sorrow and to stamp him out.I have clues which we can follow;but it is a long task, and a difficult,and there is danger in it, and pain.Shall you not all help me?We have learned to believe, all of us--is it not so?And since so, do we not see our duty?Yes!And do we not promise to go on to the bitter end?”
Each in turn, we took his hand,and the promise was made.Then said the Professor as we moved off:--
“Two nights hence you shall meet with me and dine together at seven of the clock with friend John. I shall entreat two others, two that you know not as yet; and I shall be ready to all our work show and our plans unfold. Friend John, you come with me home, for I have much to consult about, and you can help me. To-night I leave for Amsterdam, but shall return to-morrow night. And then begins our great quest. But first I shall have much to say, so that you may know what is to do and to dread. Then our promise shall be made to each other anew; for there is a terrible task before us, and once our feet are on the ploughshare we must not draw back.”
CHAPTER XVII
DR. SEWARD’S DIARY--_continued_
When we arrived at the Berkeley Hotel,Van Helsing found a telegram waiting for him:--
“Am coming up by train. Jonathan at Whitby.Important news.--MINA HARKER.”
The Professor was delighted. “Ah,that wonderful Madam Mina,” he said, “pearl among women!She arrive, but I cannot stay.She must go to your house, friend John.You must meet her at the station.Telegraph her _en route_, so that she may be prepared.”
When the wire was despatched he had a cup of tea;over it he told me of a diary kept by Jonathan Harker when abroad,and gave me a typewritten copy of it, as also of Mrs.Harker’s diary at Whitby. “Take these,” he said,“and study them well.When I have returned you will be master of all the facts,and we can then better enter on our inquisition.Keep them safe, for there is in them much of treasure.You will need all your faith,even you who have had such an experience as that of to-day.What is here told,” he laid his hand heavily and gravely on the packet of papers as he spoke, “may be the beginning of the end to you and me and many another; or it may sound the knell of the Un-Dead who walk the earth. Read all, I pray you, with the open mind; and if you can add in any way to the story here told do so, for it is all-important. You have kept diary of all these so strange things; is it not so?Yes!Then we shall go through all these together when we meet.” He then made ready for his departure,and shortly after drove off to Liverpool Street.I took my way to Paddington,where I arrived about fifteen minutes before the train came in.
The crowd melted away,after the bustling fashion common to arrival platforms;and I was beginning to feel uneasy,lest I might miss my guest, when a sweet-faced,dainty-looking girl stepped up to me, and,after a quick glance, said: “Dr. Seward, is it not?”
“And you are Mrs. Harker!” I answered at once; whereupon she held out her hand.
“I knew you from the description of poor dear Lucy;but----” She stopped suddenly,and a quick blush overspread her face.
The blush that rose to my own cheeks somehow set us both at ease,for it was a tacit answer to her own.I got her luggage, which included a typewriter,and we took the Underground to Fenchurch Street,after I had sent a wire to my housekeeper to have a sitting-room and bedroom prepared at once for Mrs. Harker.
In due time we arrived. She knew, of course,that the place was a lunatic asylum,but I could see that she was unable to repress a shudder when we entered.
She told me that, if she might,she would come presently to my study,as she had much to say.So here I am finishing my entry in my phonograph diary whilst I await her.As yet I have not had the chance of looking at the papers which Van Helsing left with me, though they lie open before me. I must get her interested in something, so that I may have an opportunity of reading them. She does not know how precious time is, or what a task we have in hand. I must be careful not to frighten her. Here she is!
_Mina Harker’s Journal._
_29 September._--After I had tidied myself,I went down to Dr. Seward’s study.At the door I paused a moment,for I thought I heard him talking with some one. As,however, he had pressed me to be quick,I knocked at the door, and on his calling out,“Come in,” I entered.
To my intense surprise, there was no one with him.He was quite alone,and on the table opposite him was what I knew at once from the description to be a phonograph. I had never seen one, and was much interested.
“I hope I did not keep you waiting,” I said;“but I stayed at the door as I heard you talking,and thought there was some one with you.”
“Oh,” he replied with a smile,“I was only entering my diary.”
“Your diary?” I asked him in surprise.
“Yes,” he answered. “I keep it in this.” As he spoke he laid his hand on the phonograph.I felt quite excited over it, and blurted out:--
“Why, this beats even shorthand!May I hear it say something?”
“Certainly,” he replied with alacrity,and stood up to put it in train for speaking.Then he paused, and a troubled look overspread his face.
“The fact is,” he began awkwardly,“I only keep my diary in it;and as it is entirely--almost entirely--about my cases,it may be awkward--that is, I mean----” He stopped,and I tried to help him out of his embarrassment:--
“You helped to attend dear Lucy at the end.Let me hear how she died; for all that I know of her,I shall be very grateful. She was very, very dear to me.”
To my surprise, he answered,with a horrorstruck look in his face:--
“Tell you of her death?Not for the wide world!”
“Why not?” I asked, for some grave,terrible feeling was coming over me. Again he paused,and I could see that he was trying to invent an excuse.At length he stammered out:--
“You see, I do not know how to pick out any particular part of the diary.” Even while he was speaking an idea dawned upon him,and he said with unconscious simplicity,in a different voice, and with the naïveté of a child:“That’s quite true, upon my honour. Honest Indian!” I could not but smile, at which he grimaced.“I gave myself away that time!” he said. “But do you know that,although I have kept the diary for months past,it never once struck me how I was going to find any particular part of it in case I wanted to look it up?” By this time my mind was made up that the diary of a doctor who attended Lucy might have something to add to the sum of our knowledge of that terrible Being, and I said boldly:--
“Then, Dr. Seward, you had better let me copy it out for you on my typewriter.” He grew to a positively deathly pallor as he said:--
“No!no!no!For all the world, I wouldn’t let you know that terrible story!”